Duskfire Glacier [m] good taste is for people who can't afford sapphires

Lane spanned the length of the woodlands swiftly, and no sooner had she emerged from the trees than did the Tundrian's silhouette meet her gaze. He was still at a distance, but Lane knew it was the man she sought-- there was none other within the borders of Duskfire Glacier who cut a figure quite like him.

The gypsy padded toward him, and as she did so he turned to face her. His glacial gaze held her, captivated her... electrified her. After only a brief hesitation, she continued to advance, enticed forward by his sighing undertone. She returned to him a lilting hum, not half so much a growl as it was a purr.

The rest of the distance was closed in silence, and Lane stood before the Alpha with a steady, appraising gaze and an obvious disinclination to speak first, despite having been the one who initially pursued the meeting.